Chapter Nineteen

Below, the orchestra shifted into a new movement, and this one they both did know. Enzo timed his strokes with the rhythm, using her own slickness to ease his fingers’ passage. It wasn’t hard. She was obviously turned on, and it made him, if possible, even harder. Those little sounds she made, the mewls she tried to smother with his own tongue, kissing him, made his cock rock hard, presses against his pants, twitching, throbbing and begging for relief.

He took one of her hands, scrabbling at the armrest between our chairs, and placed it in his lap. She deserved to know what she was doing to him.

The music swelled, and Ruth bucked against him. Enzo was certain she couldn’t take much more of his teasing. He slipped hid fingers inside her and beckoned, hitting that secret place he knew would deepen her pleasure. Enzo wasn’t disappointed — Lilith bit down on his lower lip at the unexpected sensation and he extended his hand so hid thumb could still reach that other spot that was going to